the next night we rise, stretching anticipating the night
my first "real" feed
we walk the streets all dressed in black
the moonlight gleaming off our pale faces
we spot the perfect victim, a young man sitting in the park
he looks over at me, and forces a weary smile
i return his smile and confront him
you just stay back in the shadows and wait
i slowly take the victim by his hand
we dance to the music of the night
he looks at me, and tilts his head
our lips touch once, then twice then i slowly kiss his neck
i see the blue blood moving through his veins
i feel my fangs emerge from my gums, it actually feels good
i tilt his head gently, and sink my teeth in his warm neck
i drink happily, hungrily, until he falls
i slowly set him on the ground
now it is your turn
i left just enough for you to get your fill for the night
but before you feed, you take me in your arms
and kiss all the blood from my chin
you walk over to the figure slumped on the ground
you get your fill and smile at me
we walk back home, our little dark nest hidden from the rest of the world
we make love, and go to sleep with dreams of tomorrow
